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šš¹š¶šæš® š¦š²ššµš¶ "Wasn't I suppose to be the one holding the gun at his heart ? Now I am chasing my own heart falling for the man I was meant to end. š©šš®š» š š¼šæš²ššš¶ "I have imagined dying before, I just never imagined I'd want it this badly, not unless it's her pulling the trigger." Somewhere between stolen glances and loaded guns, the line between target and temptation begins to blur. A bullet. A choice. And for the first time in her life, her hands hesitate. This time... she doesn't just decide his fate. She decides her own. Will she grant him the death he desires... or lose herself in the one thing she was never meant to feel... a kiss?
